Danica was lost in thought. Everything seemed so bizarre. If she opted for the others, the money wouldn't be enough to settle all the people Daniella owed. She recalled her encounter with that guy at the club. He was so scary. Unless she could pray for a miracle, this was her only option.
However, will she lose herself in the bid to save her sister? Was this her way of showing her love to her sister or was it her cross to carry? Everything seemed blurry and she lacked the right answers. Beads of sweat began to form on her forehead, as her throat felt dry. "Water," she requested. Jeff gave her a bottle of water from the fridge. Daniella took a sip and continued to battle with her thoughts.
"Can I live in my own house?"
"No. He has a place where you would be well catered for. You don't
